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Seosamh Fox S2D Mrs McLean Creative writing 15 months I sat there and hadn't moved a muscle for over three hours; my feet and hands were numb because of the cold. The only form of entertainment was trying to count the number of slow heavy paces that the nearest guard made before he turned around and repeated the process again and again. I was actually starting to get quite good at it. I had begun to wonder if it was all worth it, it was so cold and my fingers were dark blue but then I remembered what the alternative was- a gas chamber! I could have been mistaken for thinking that I was trying to escape from a concentration camp in Siberia never mind Auschwitz, southern Poland. Every minute seemed like an hour, every hour seemed like an eternity, although there was the comfort in knowing that the...

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